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Tuesday, May 3, 2011

A girl and her blankie, a bedtime story

Once upon a time there lived a girl by the name of Crystal.Crystal was a very independent, assertive and outgoing little girl. Crystal wasn’t afraid of anything, and the reason for that was her cozy pink blankie, that she carried around with her everywhere she went.

Crystal would go to the beach and holding her blankie she would stand on the benches and tell the story of “The Three bears, acting out every part.Everyone loved the stories and would clap and ask for more.

Her mother told her, “No Crystal, leave your blanket at home.”

Crystal didn’t listen.

Her brothers said, “Only babies carry blankies’”

Crystal didn’t listen to them either.

Then her Aunt came to visit and saw Crystal’s pink blanket that had seen much better days.

She took her blanket while she was sleeping and put it in the trash!

Oh no, Crystal was horrified.What would she do without her blankie?

Her Aunt crocheted her a pink doll that sort of looked like a blanket.Crystal cried, and then she dried her tears with the crocheted doll. .Crystal didn’t want it and just tossed it in the corner. The doll was no blankie.

Crystal went to the beach.At first she was afraid, but then she stood on the benches and told her stories to her eager audience.She discovered she didn’t need the blankie or the doll after all. Crystal was still Crystal.

The end.

Ok, I know this is a goofy little story, but it is a true one nonetheless.I admit it I used to be a Linus.This is a photo of the actual crocheted doll my Aunty made.It is in a frame now, and serves to remind me that all I need is my own desire to do something and I can.And nope, I never played with it!

Adorable story! I was totally that little girl, too. XD Only mine was a white fuzzy blanket with a little satin edge. I carried that thing around until it literally fell apart. I didn't know what to do with multiple blankey parts, so that was the end. But I guess I did tuck it away because I didn't want to get rid of it; when we were packing up to move, we found the pieces stuffed into a deep, dark corner of my bedroom closet. XD You must have been a brave little girl indeed, to be able to get up like that and tell stories. In a lot of ways, you're still like that with your blog and your written stories. :) It's endearing to see. Don't ever change!

I love your story & drawing. And the message is just what I need this morning. I have a big interview in 2 hours and am very nervous. Your story reminded me "all I need is my own desire to do something and I can". Thank you : )

Ok, I love this story!!!My daughter has a pink blankie ( called the Gee! It's a chenille piece...down to a nub now! I am going to read this story to her afterschool :)I love your writing, too!!!!!! You are a great storyteller!

I lovee this story! You are so right. Confidence. I am just like you were, I still feel like my work stinks, I'm very unsure of myself. I worry that I'm putting all of my eggs in one basket, and very soon it will all go away.

I was on a roll for a bit. 3 months blogging. Now?

I need to be like crystal, and believe in me!! If a little girl can do this, I can too, ihope

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